My Room(Live， Rovereto， 1992) - Peter Hammill

Searching for diamonds in a sulphur mine,
Leaning on props which are rotten,
Hoping for anything, looking for a sign
That I am not forgotten.
Lost in a labyrinth of future mystery,
Tracing my steps, all mistaken,
Trusting to everything, praying it can be
That I am not forsaken.
I wait by the door, wondering
When you will come and keep me warm.
I pray for the end of the night,
Hoping the light will still the storm
Which presently entraps me;
Helpless sea-monster stranded on the shore,
Marooned in an ecstasy of waiting,
I yearn, although knowing that I shall dive no
More
In the tide already racing.
My lungs burst to cry: "Finally
How could you leave me here to die?
I freeze in the chill of this place
With no friendly face to smile goodbye-
How could you let it happen? "
How could you let it happen?
Dreams, hopes and promises, fragments out of
Time,
All of these things have been spoken;
But still you don't understand how it feels when I'm
Waiting for them to be broken.